C36

Qing Jue felt a headache coming on, he didn't know why, he just came out to drink, why did this street always remind him of Ah Jun!

For example, the stall to his right was a mud seller. He was obviously a man, and the boss kept yelling at him to buy one.

Just as he was about to kick down that person's stall, he suddenly saw a pair of clay dolls on the stall.

Why were they so similar to him and Ah Jun?

Looking at Qing Jue's silly eyes, the boss warmly greeted him: "Young master, buy this couple. Look how beautiful they are, if you give them to your lover, I will take care of the girl who is smiling! Hehe … Buy it! Buy it! "

He took out a silver ingot and threw it to the boss without even looking at its size. The owner was grinning from ear to ear as he wrapped the clay doll with paper and handed it over to the owner respectfully.

He didn't wait for Qing Jue to turn around; instead, he used his teeth to bite the silver, and then his face turned into a blossoming smile.

The people on the surrounding stalls saw how heroic Qing Jue was. They gave him a pair of clay dolls for a tael of silver and all of their eyes were red with envy. They fought over the items and shouted in an attempt to attract his attention.

He threw away the wine pot that was almost finished and was about to reach the end.

He took the clay doll, looked at the candied flakes in his hand, and turned around in disappointment.

As he aimlessly walked, he slowly put the candied fruits into his mouth.

"Huh?!" Shouldn't candied fruits be sweet to the point of being greasy? Why was the string of candied fruits in his hand bitter?

Oh, it shouldn't be the candied flakes and the bitter taste in his mouth, as he already couldn't remember how long he had been eating for! His mouth was filled with bitterness!

Teng Jue thought to himself.

As he was walking, he suddenly heard a young woman singing softly.

Jian Jia was pale, and the white dew was frost.

The so-called "Yi" was on the side of the water.

From there, the path was blocked and long.

Travelling from here, in the middle of the water.

Jianjia Xinghe, white dew not Xi.

So-called lover, in the water of the plum.

From there, the path obstructs and rises.

From there, they would swim in the water.

Jian Jia harvested, the dew is not there.

The so-called "Yi", in the water.

The path was blocked and the right side was blocked.

Go back to where you came from, into the water.

The melodious melody caused Qing Jue to be unable to step forward. At some point, his eyes had already turned moist.

This "Jian Jia" was his favorite chant for his Ah Jun when he was in a good mood.

She did not know once that she had once said that she loved the male protagonist of this poem the most. Even though her hopes were slim, she still did not give up for the sake of her beloved lover, never giving up!

That's right! Like the men in the poems, she was obsessed with love, crazy about love, and desperate for love.

In her heart, she clearly loved her to the point where she couldn't control herself, but she could only watch helplessly as she let go of her noble figure for another man.

Every time he saw her submissively fawning on a man who didn't even love her, his heart would always be bleeding.

However, that lucky man didn't care about her love at all.

But she still refused to give up. She tried to get close to him.

Even though she knew he didn't love her, she still ignored the objections of everyone and stubbornly chose to marry him after he died. She guarded his spirit for three years and even died for him!

Why else would she have run away before the funeral?

It was just that her luck was bad and she died in the process of escaping.

His body had been taken over by a ghost from nowhere, to the point where even after his death, he would not be able to be at peace.

But why didn't she ask him for help? As long as she said that he would betray the whole world, he would help her!

Why?

Why would she rather run away than let him help her?

Did she think he would ignore her for something else?

Didn't she know that in his heart, she was the supreme existence? Was she absolutely the only one?

Amidst the singing of the young girl, Qing Jue was immersed in endless sorrow.

At the corner of the busy street, Qing Jue sat on the ground, his eyes filled with pain and sadness.

Unexpectedly, on the other end of the street, a black-clothed man wearing a silver mask was silently looking at him. A complacent smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and then, he disappeared without a trace.

Waiting until the singing gradually faded away, Qing Jue slowly got up, picked up the clay doll on the ground, and slowly walked towards the suburbs.

Inevitably, he had thought of her before. Why did he have to suppress his emotions with all his might?

He wondered if she remembered the agreement he made with her when she was young.

The happy memories of his childhood with his Almighty poured into his mind like the sea.

Happy, or sad.

Qing Jue laughed and cried.

He seemed to have gone insane.

Unknowingly, it was already noon. The sun of early winter was shining warmly on the land.

Golden irises bloomed everywhere on the hillside. Occasionally, a breeze would blow by, causing the flowers to sway in the wind. They were like golden waves, beautiful beyond compare!

Looking at the beautiful scene in front of him, Qing Jue couldn't help but think that if his Ah Jun was here, he would have started to run like a madman.

It was just that the Golden Iris flowers were blooming year after year. It was extremely passionate, yet the person who accompanied him in watching the flowers was no longer there.

Who had promised to accompany him to see the flowers at this time of year?

Ah Jun, you liar!

In this deserted land, Qing Jue couldn't help but burst into tears. The endless thoughts of those people he loved began to fall down one after another.

When his crying voice was hoarse and his tears had almost dried up, his body was lying on the ground, looking at the cloudless blue sky.

As the wind blew past his ears, he seemed to hear Lin Zhaojun's light laughter, and he also began to laugh.

Slowly, Qing Jue reached his hand to his waist and took out a short yet crystal clear jade flute. He put it to his lips and started to play it quietly.

The melodious flute music drifted in the air. The melody was soothing and beautiful? It was as if a stream was flowing, causing people to feel relaxed and happy, as if they were not drunk at all …

One song after another, but this one was even more melodious, as if telling the piper of his endless longing.

The sound of the flute lingered in the air, as if in a dream. After many years, it was still the same as before …

It was as if Qing Jue could see his beloved Lin Zhaojun dancing in the midst of these golden irises, her smile so beautiful and moving!

Ah Jun, are you back?

Qing Jue gradually forgot about everything else as he was completely intoxicated by the sight in front of his eyes.

Qing Jue also didn't dare to make a sound as he was afraid of breaking everything in front of him.

She only looked at that beautiful woman and giggled foolishly, thinking, I'm really drunk!